Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I didn't own it last chapter, and I probably won't own it next chapter (you never know though lol).

This chapter is kind of like Sins of the Father, where it's not really part of the main storyline but is still important. It's just a bit of fun; hope you like it. :P

Third Person POV

Eighteen years ago

Snape was careful as he walked down a hallway lined with doors, looking around himself at the rundown apartment complex. It was necessary for them to meet in a place like this…it wasn't expected, so they likely wouldn't be discovered.

At last, he came to a stop in front of the door with the numbers 536 written in bold letters across the surface at eye level, matching the number on the card he held in his hand. He tucked the card away and knocked on the door.

There were footsteps and the Snape heard a woman's voice. "For whom does the bell toll?"

"He who walks behind the rows," Snape answered in a monotone voice.

"Correct."

There was a clicking of locks being unlocked and then the door swung open revealing Bellatrix in a long black evening gown. Snape stepped into the room and saw that she'd completely redone the room. It no longer looked like an ordinary run-down flat, but seemed to be an exact replica of the inside of Grimmuald Manor from where Bellatrix had recently moved.

"Bella," Snape greeted cordially.

"Severus."

The young woman smiled and gestured toward their surroundings as they stepped further into the house-like flat. "Like it?"

"I never saw Grimmuald Manor." Snape eyed the decorum sordidly. "It's very…macabre."

"I thought you liked macabre."

"Oh I do…but this room smells so strongly of 'woman,' it's hard to like it," he replied, noting the sickly sweet scent of heavy perfume that wafted up his nostrils and burned his nose hairs.

Bellatrix sniffed then shrugged. "I don't smell it. Perhaps your nose is just too big."

Snape looked at her distastefully. "Let's get this over with."

"Follow me then," she replied with a smirk.

As Snape followed Bellatrix up the stairs the smell of perfume seemed to follow her as well causing him to cough abruptly, feeling like he'd breathed a lungful of pepper.

She clicked her tongue. "If it's that bad then just pinch your nose!"

"You could take a shower," Snape suggested.

"Or I could cut off your nose," she retorted heatedly, sounding perfectly serious.

"Such a short temper you have. Perhaps it's the intoxicating scent going to your head?"

"Stuff it, Snape."

They reached the top of the stairs and entered a room next to the stairway. The room was small and windowless with expensive carpets and green wall hangings. On one end of the room was a lit fireplace and sitting right in front of it was a table, carved with delicate patterns, and was surrounded by four chairs engraved with the same ornate design.

Bellatrix showed Snape into her room and they each took a chair opposite each other.

Snape flicked his wand at the table and rolled up pieces of paper appeared in front of them.

As he caught her up to date on how the war had been progressing, Bellatrix eyed him coyly. Though his nose was the defining trait on his face, the rest of his features were quite handsome. His dark eyes flashed with a shrewd intelligence and he moved with practiced grace; eyes and elasticity…they were her favorite physical qualities in a man and Rodolphus lacked both.

Snape's expression remained indifferent the entire time, but he knew Bellatrix was watching him closely. It was the same thing she'd done when he came to update her, week after week, as ordered by the Dark Lord so that she wouldn't be left in the dark.

When he was done speaking, he began to roll up his papers one by one.

"This house is too quiet," Snape observed conversationally.

"It does get a bit lonely sometimes. It really is a shame that I can't see the Dark Lord right now."

"You know he wants the Death Eaters spread out."

She sighed, "Yes, but it doesn't mean I like it."

Bellatrix moved from her chair across from Snape and moved over to the other side of the table so that she was sitting at the corner next to him. She slid her hand to cover his wrist; his movements ceased and his ebony eyes came up to stare at her.

"I hear you're still infatuated with that woman."

His face darkened and he wrenched his hand away from hers.

She smirked. "So it's true."

Snape continued rolling up his documents wordlessly.

"How many years has she been married to that cretin now?" she asked. "Ten? It's only a matter of time before she deepens her roots by getting pregnant."

Snape kept his eyes down.

She stood up and rushed to the fireplace, grabbing something on the mantle, then floated back to her seat. She held a vial in front of him so he could see the thin red hairs inside.

Snape paused and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He snatched the vial from Bellatrix's hands and she laughed.

"Where did you get these?"

"Peter plucked them off her brush for me when he went to visit Potter," she said smugly. "I thought we could use them; just imagine the fun we could have!"

"I'll burn these hairs before you do anything with them."

"Oh? And what do you expect me to do with them?"

"I know enough Dark Magic to know what you could do with them."

Bellatrix simpered and pulled a vial of Polyjuice Potion from a small pocket in her dress. Snape stiffened and his eyes followed her hand carefully.

"This magic is harmless enough, and there's a lot more where this came from."

She smirked and stood up, then walked around behind him and pulled the vial of hairs from his hands. When she circled the table slowly again, it wasn't feral untamed Bellatrix Lestrange that Snape saw.

He couldn't deny the way his heart tugged at the sight of ethereally beautiful Lily Evans.

She came around the table and ran a hand up his arm, his neck, his face, and when he didn't protest she pulled the skirt of her dress up slightly so she could spread her legs wider, and slowly placed herself into his lap.

Slowly, she kissed his lower lip, then his upper lip, and then stole his whole mouth with her own as she snaked her arms around his neck. She began trailing kisses from his mouth to his ear where she whispered breathily, "Still want to burn the hairs?"

His hands slid around her waist hand held her to him steadfast. "No."

"And do you still want to leave?"

"Well I don't want to do this in a chair. Where's the nearest bed?" he asked.

She smirked triumphantly and Snape could see the underlying face of Bella underneath Lily's.